I question my intentions and surprise myself.
Where do I begin? Back when I was nothing. When I was better left under the counter, tucked in the corner. In places adventerures never explore.
What I did. Was it wrong? My life is a puzzle left unfinished. I have the pieces, in fact too many pieces. I just can't tell when and where to fit them.
I hate the thought of her frustration. Her frustration.
My story starts before I can even recall. In places too obvious for the human eye. I was a leaf, falling fearlessly down from my branch. The sudden impact of the ground. Shaking me with pain never felt before. I should have known the ground was coming. Yet, the denial made the fall carefree.
Every day I am reminded of the fall. I am the reason for the pain I feel. I make her feel.
I don't deserve my happiness. I can't deserve my happiness. Not until even tide.